He watched as she socialized effortlessly, her sparkling eyes and tinkling laugh attracting the attention of those around her, especially that of the male persuasion…… and he wasn't happy. Paris had briefly left him for the "little girl's" room and Tristan found himself leaning against a wall, watching as Rory made her way around the room, smoozing with the best of them. It was only the sharp stinging in his palm that alerted Tristan to the thorns on the rose he'd picked up digging into his skin. Opening it up, he placed the rose back with the others and lifted his hand for inspection, finding a small pinprick of blood welling on the surface. Lifting his hand at the same time he looked up, his eyes caught that of Rory's as he sucked the blood, the act made so much more intimate than it was originally meant to be as their eyes remained locked, only for the moment to be disturbed by the arrival of Paris by his side, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, it ripples leaving an after effect, even when the pebble was out of sight.
Slipping his arm around his fiancée's waist, Tristan began leading her towards the exit, stopping every now and again to state their farewells, as was expected from a Gellar and a Dugrey all the while managing to keep an eye on Rory's movements. It wasn't till they'd reach the front door did Tristan turn his attentions to Paris as she flew out of his arms to bid farewell to her friend. Over her shoulder he caught Rory's gaze, her eyes seemingly unattached to reality as they stared unseeingly back into his. Stepping forward once the embrace was over, he once again grasped her hand gently within his, bringing it to his lips as he left a lingering kiss on her hand, eyes boring into hers.
"Rory, it's been a pleasure to meet you." His eyes darted briefly to the side of her neck that was covered by her sleek hair in an effort to hide his bite mark and he watched partly satisfied and partly saddened as she caught the hidden meaning behind his words, her cheeks reddening in contrast to the deep liquid pools her eyes became. Stepping back he swiftly pulled Paris to his side and they exited the building. The car ride was uneventful, his mind tuning out her rant about one of her fellow co-workers, his mind's eye still seeing the woman they had just left behind. Laying back in bed, arms folded underneath his head, Tristan contemplated how he'd managed to screw his life up this completely, I mean he was in love with his fiancée's best friend. Turning his back to his companion Tristan ignored the single tear that leaked out the corner of his eye and began the torturously slow journey down his face before it became lost in the cotton of his pillow case.
There was something completely desolate about her movements as she moved across the stage, a certain sadness that drew people in to watch her, to hear her tragic tale. He stayed in the shadows, watching as she spun in time to the music, her movement's fluid as she seamlessly transcended through each phrase of the dance. Her hands roamed her body as she slipped them through the jacket she was wearing, the almost silent ping of the buttons opening lost to the dramatic beat of the music. The tempo of her movements picked up, corresponding to that of the music playing. Her hair was loose, flying round her head as she spun faster and faster, hips snapping out to the either side. As the tempo of the music dropped suddenly so did she, her legs sliding out until she was in the splits, her jacket, the last remaining item she was required to lose, slid off her body and was flung to the side as she pounded the ground on either side of her.
Sweeping her front leg round till both legs were behind her she pushed herself up onto her knees, back arch, head flung back, breast thrust out into the dark atmosphere of the club like an offering of salvation to the rest of the needy men present around him. She straightened her legs before pulling the rest of her body upwards, hips swaying as she turned and made her way over to the chair in the middle of the stage. Straddling it, she turned her head to either side, peeking over each shoulder through a curtain of her hair before she arched back, arms sweeping the ground before she came back up, flinging her right leg over the back of the chair before she dropped to her knees, furiously kicking the chair out far behind her and coming to halt, her body rising and falling quickly with her harsh breathing as she stayed there, head hung limply towards the ground.
Applause rang out through the whole room, accompanied by whistles and cat calls as money was thrown out onto the stage, but she didn't stay to collect it or acknowledge the praise thrown her way, instead she bolted into the back room, thinking about him. She'd been avoiding him for weeks, refusing to return his phone calls, ignoring the frantic knocks on her door after he'd discovered where she lived. But she couldn't avoid him here and even though she hadn't seen him she knew he was there, watching her as she literally poured her heart out onto the stage for all to see. She'd recognized the icy burn his gaze left, searing her skin and marking her as his, the hairs all over her body standing on end as she tried in vain to not seek out his eyes.
Sighing, she dropped her head onto her arms laid out over the table, closing her eyes and trying to detach herself from the reality of her life, in the process failing to register the silent creaking of the door as it was pushed open. She jumped startled as fingers ghosted over the bare skin of her back and she quickly lifted her eyes to meet his intense stare in the mirror. Spinning round in her chair, she started, aghast at his presence. He didn't say anything as he pulled her up, his hands clamping round her waist as his head dipped low to press his lips softly to hers. For someone who hadn't seen her for some weeks and professed to love her, the kiss was very… unemotional.
Frowning, Rory opened her eyes and stared deep into his, watching as the dam broke and desire leapt to engulf his eyes, darkening the irises to black pools as his lips crashed back down onto hers, sweeping her up in the tide as the flames of desire licked against her skin. She found herself moaning into his mouth, whether from pleasure or as a protest to being pushed back into the table edge, she wasn't sure. She felt his arm sweep out behind her and heard the tinkling of items smashing to the floor, but that was all irrelevant to the sensations that were created when he lifted her up onto the now vacant table and wrapped her legs around his waist. They pulled back briefly, both eyes searching that of the other person's before they dove back into the kiss, Rory's body jerking as Tristan pulled her forward, a loud groan escaping her lips as he began rocking against her core, her hands frantically tugging at his shirt in an effort to feel his bare chest against hers.
She growled frustrated at how long it was taking to bare his skin, before she let out a small moan as he sucked on the unbelievably sensitive skin of her neck in conjunction with his buttons showering the dressing room, raining down in random directions. Her hands greedily covered the muscular planes of his back before they trailed round to the front, her nails gently scraping down his chest before she hooked her hands into his trousers. He let out a small breath as she bent to place scorching kisses down his chest, her fingers nimbly unzipping his trousers before dipping into his boxers. Rory revealed in the guttural moan that escaped Tristan's lips when her hand wrapped itself around him. But the sense of power she felt was soon short lived as she felt his hand snake in between their bodies, pull aside her underwear and two fingers thrust up inside her. Her eyes fluttered, eyes rolling back towards her head before she regained some of her senses and glanced up to see him watching her through hooded eyes, the devilish glint in his steely blue eyes arousing her further as her hand began stroking him, the tip of her thumb circling his head eye once in a while.
His vision narrowed down to two things: the sight of her hand stroking him further and further to oblivion and the sight of her face, the glazed look of passion clouding her eyes, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed and the slight sheen of perspiration as her body was wound tighter and tighter by his fingers thrusting deep within her. Not able to take it much longer, he lent down to capture her lips in a deep kiss as his thumb swirled around her clit. The result was instantaneous as she came. Hard. Her scream was eagerly swallowed by him as her hand convulsed around him, almost sending him over the edge with her. Slowly, Rory relearned how to breath, her head resting on his hot chest, body slumped forward; legs hanging limply round his body.
Lifting her head, Rory caught his lips up in what was meant to be a sweet kiss, but it seemed Tristan had other ideas as he quickly took control and deepened the kiss till the passion that had already reached its crescendo began to rise once again. Lost in the kiss, Rory barely registered him removing her hand from him or his slight pulling away from her, before she was overcome by the power of his body as he thrust up into her compliant body, not giving her a chance to catch her breath before he was pulling back out and thrusting back in again, harder than the first time. Helpless little whimpers fell from her mouth like sweet rain as she tried to match his harsh tempo, her back jerking into the mirror with every deep thrust he administered within her body, his hands anchored at her hips, allowing him to dictate the pace as he ruthlessly vented his frustration out on her body. He paused briefly to adjust her hips, a slight tweak that had her screaming out in both pleasure and pain when he thrust back into her, his eyes boring intently into hers, seeming to captivate her attention and refusing to let it go.
He watched as her sweat dripped down her face and onto her heaving chest, their skin sliding against each other as they continued moving at a fast pace. Her nails dug into his back in a desperate effort to hang on and with an almost animalistic roar, he came, his explosion seeming to set hers off as she jerked forward and bit down into his shoulder. They stayed like that for several moments, listening to their breathing as it floated out around the room, his hands caming up to grasp her head and keep it pressed against his shoulder, stroking her slightly damp hair before placing a soft kiss to the top of her head. She stiffened underneath him before giving out a sigh and relaxing, her body and mind too tired to put up much of fight.
"Hello? Wakey wakey, starshine, Earth says hello!" Now that's not necessarily the first thing one would like to hear shouted early on a Saturday morning. Something Rory was quick to establish as she grasped her book from her bedside table and chucked it in the general direction of the unwanted wake up call. The resounding laugh that accompanied said action was enough to rouse Rory from sleep as the last thing she remembered was going to bed. Alone. So what someone was doing in her flat was beyond her. Throwing back the covers, and in a hurry to discover the unknown person's identity, she literally tripped out of the bed, to the obvious amusement of her present company and it was the deep laughter accompanying the mischievous brown eyes staring down at her that finally helped Rory recognize one of her closet friends.
"Huntzberger! You'd better have a good reason for waking me up at this ungodly hour."
"Relax Ace, I come bearing gifts." With that he produced a rather large steaming cup of coffee from behind his back. Something that was hastily grabbed by Rory and then gulped down until less than half the cup remained.
"You'd best have more than one cup."
"Be reasonable Ace, I mean is it likely that I'd wake you up at seven on a Saturday morning with only one cup of coffee. Have I ever shown any tendencies towards being suicidal in all the time you've known me?"
"So you don't consider jumping off a very tall frame with the only equipment having been tested on potatoes suicidal?"
"I seem to recall a certain brunette jumping with me."
"Yeah? Well we weren't talking about my suicidal tendencies were we? No, I didn't think so. Now more importantly what do you actually want?"
"Apart from you underneath me while I fuck you senseless? A date."
While she wasn't fazed by his first comment it was the mention of being "a date" that had Rory somewhat in a tizzy.
"Are you serious? You cannot fucking do this to me now… to us! We've been close friends since childhood and yeah I'd probably fuck you in a hot second if I didn't know you as well as I did, I mean it'd take a blind person not see how hot you are and even then they'd probably feel the intense sexual aura you seem to possess, but you want to jeopardize our friendship like this and for what?"
"My father's annual birthday ball."
"Oh."
"Oh's right. Though glad to know you think I'm hot and would jump my bones given half the chance and I can honestly tell you that I totally return the sentiments."
Logan looked on amused as Rory's head dropped dejectedly into her hands. When she did finally speak her voice came out slightly muffled, "I'm never going to live this down am I?"
"Nope."
"Could you maybe just this once forget what I've said?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"'Coz this is brilliant blackmail material and there's no way you're not being my date this Wednesday to the ball ors I'm gonna have to let slip this little piece of information to a certain pair of friends we have in common."
He was unimpressed by the fierce glare Rory sent his way, "I hate you."
"Love you too sweetheart."
His laughter followed her out of the room as she made her way over to Ben, the sacred coffee machine, most likely in response to her muttered "bastard" in response to his words.
